Looking at the medicine floating in the face pail, Doctor Hu naturally did not drink it.
He was afraid that he would be poisoned to death before his leg could even heal.
"Why did you brew so much medicine? Have you forgotten what I taught you? A set of medicine can only be brewed into three small bowls." Doctor Hu endured the pain and scolded with a frown.
Hu Xiaotong said, "I didn't know which herbs to use so I decided to put everything useful in. There are a few herbs that's helpful in countering chills, a few herbs for pain control, and a few that's meant to wake you up."
Doctor Hu sighed. Thinking that his son was just being concerned, he decided not to fuss over it.
"Come over. I'll give you a new prescription. Go and boil these herbs instead."
"Alright, Father."
After Hu Xiaotong left, another young lady brought in a bowl of tea and handed it to Doctor Hu.
